I’m a “superhost” [MF]

*This is based on true events — the core of this story really happened.*

I inherited a house a number of years ago that has a separate studio apartment in the backyard — an ‘in-law unit’ they call it. I live in the main house, and I make some extra cash by renting out the studio as a bed-and-breakfast. Running it as a vacation rental is less hassle than tenants and lease agreements and all that, plus now that I’m a “superhost” it’s pulling in good money.

From the guests’ point of view, I’ve got the whole arrangement automated — if the renters want to avoid me, they can. But I’m literally next door, nothing but a yard dominated by a pool between us, so I usually give them a friendly wave hello.

When Cora checked in for a three-night stay in early Spring, I didn’t think anything of it. It was just another booking, same as the rest.

But that late afternoon, when I was prepping dinner for myself, and I saw through the kitchen window a woman navigating a roller suitcase through my side gate, I had to do a double-take. She was dressed professionally, business casual or whatever. But she was insanely cute — big bright eyes, prominent cheekbones, a flat nose, and curly brunette hair cropped short.

I had to force myself look away, I was staring.

And probably nothing would have come of it.

But later, as I was doing the dishes, I saw her set her laptop down on the metal table by the pool, and I decided I should introduce myself.

I dried my hands and walked out onto the porch. The sun was setting, and the lights strung above filled the yard with dim, warm light. “Howdy,” I called as I walked around the pool, “I’m Perry, your host.”

“Cora,” she said, eyeing me over a mug of tea, one of the things I have ready for guests at check-in. She’d changed into sweats, and had her legs curled up against her chest, looking cozy and relaxed.

“Finding everything ok?” I asked. Damn, she was even cuter close up. And about my age, too. But, her hand, she had a wedding ring on.

“Yeah, you’ve got a great place,” she said, a friendly smile spreading. “Cool if I use the pool?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” I said, “That’s what it’s there for. But, ‘no lifeguard on duty’ and all that, you know.”

“You mean if I needed it, you wouldn’t give me mouth to mouth?”

“Uhh…” I spluttered, taken aback. Was she flirting with me?

But she quickly interrupted my thought. “Actually, hey,” she said, closing her laptop, “I don’t know anything out here. Where can I get a decent meal delivered, something good, but not to exceed twenty dollars?” She said the last part in a tone that made clear she was quoting the stiffly formal language of a corporate policy.

“Wow? Twenty bucks?” I said, “Well… around here, that won’t get you much past fast food.”

“I know,” she said, “I wish my company weren’t so stingy. Think I might just go to bed hungry.”

“Well, hey, we don’t have to let it come to that. I just made chicken chop salad, was gonna put it away for leftovers, but I got more than enough for you to have some if that sounds good.”

“What? No,” she protested politely, “I don’t need to be taking away your dinner.”

“No, it’s no big deal,” I said, “I got plenty. I don’t even like leftovers that much. Plus the bread’ll go stale no matter what.”

She grinned. “Ok, well, I’ve forgotten how many times etiquette says I should refuse, so fuck that. The salad sounds amazing. I would love a plate, please and thank you.”

“I got some chardonnay open, too,” I said.

“Oh, yes yes yes. If I weren’t in Burbank on a business trip, I’da thought I’d died and gone to heaven,” she said, giggling the cutest giggles.

I made sure to plate the salad the best I knew how, and when I brought the dinner out, setting it down on the table, she smiled up at me and said, “Damn, Perry, this looks delicious. Really working hard for that superhost rating, I see.”

“We have all the finest amenities at Chateau Perry,” I said in the exaggerated tone of an old world hotelier, “Gourmet leftovers and exclusive poolside dining in the world-famous San Fernando Valley.”

“Don’t forget the cute waiter,” Cora said.

“Oh,” I said, staying in character, “He’ll like that. I’ll tell him when I see him.”

“I meant you,” she said, grinning while rolling her eyes.

“Well, aww shucks,” I said, keeping my voice comical. I’m not great at taking compliments. “You’re making me blush now, Miss Cora.”

When I called her ‘miss,’ the smile left her face and her gaze dropped to the ground. Shit.

I quickly spoke normal again. “Well, if there’s anything else I can help with, let me know. I got extras of everything, including toiletries, bottled water, snacks, and can tuck you in and read you a bedtime story.”

I’d hoped that last bit would make her grin again, but the moment was lost. I stood up, “Just leave the dishes here when you’re done,” I said, “I’ll get them later.”

“Thanks,” she said, looking up, a smile again on her cute face, but it was reserved now, distant.

I retreated sheepishly into my house.

And again, I though that’s as far as it would go. But later that night, after she finished dinner and swam and I was putting my mind off things by doing some late night work in the home office, I got a message in the vacation rental app.

“If you’re still up, I could use that bedtime story now.”

I read that like a hundred times, my eyes getting wider and wider each read-through. Oh fuck yes.

I floated dreamily through my house, out through the kitchen, across the yard and over the pool, before arriving in front of the studio. Barely touching the ground, I knocked on the glass sliding door.

It slid open, Cora standing there, wearing only a grin, a sports bra, and black underwear.

“A story for the madame,” I said, splaying my hand like a bard.

“Get in here,” she said, grinning as she took my splayed hand and used it to pull me inside. I noticed that her wedding ring was gone from her finger, a pale circle of skin in its place.

“So what’s your deal?” she said, “You with anyone?”

“No,” I said, trying to keep my eyes on her face. Trying, and failing.

“Why not? You hiding some deep dark secret?”

“No, I’m just a dork,” I said. Somehow this was the right thing to say. I do not understand why, but it was, because the next thing that happened was that she pushed me back onto the bed. She climbed up on my lap, straddling me, her body pressing against me as her lips made contact with mine.

Her taste was sweet, and her tongue electric as it swam through my mouth. She kissed me with a ferocious intensity, saturated with need, her hands gripping my head as our lips locked against one another. I was rubbing her back, and I slid my hands down until they reached her butt.

Her ass was so firm, so tight, and as I began tentatively exploring it, squeezing, kneading, I was rewarded by her grinding her crotch against my lap. I was growing stiff.

The feeling of her body against mine was fucking fantastic. This beautiful, nearly naked women I’d just met, writhing in my arms, sucking my kiss, wanting me with a crazy passion. Her smell was intoxicating, the brief moments of eye contact intensely erotic. We were strangers, but were in tune, my craving mirroring hers.

But I’m not a total pushover. And I was still in my clothes.

I rolled us around, so that I was on top of her. She almost didn’t let me, but I broke the kiss, sliding down her body until my feet hit the ground, my face at her crotch.

“Fuck,” she panted, wide-eyed, “You really going to…?”

“Shut up and enjoy,” I said, pulling aside her panties, “I’m good at this.”

Her pussy was tight and already crazy wet. She curled her legs back, spreading wider and wider as I worked my tongue over her. She moaned loudly, and as I ate her out, she whimpered and pushed down on my head.

“These have got to go,” I said, pulling her panties off. She was quick to help fling them away.

I dove back in, my face now against the bare skin of her thighs and crotch. I teased her up, then massaged her clit, licking away for I don’t know or care how long until she was making the cutest squeaking noises with each quick breath.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned, “Ohmigod. You weren’t fucking lying. Fuck…” Her pussy spasmed delightfully in my face, and I kept licking until she was done. Then I glanced up. She was looking at me, her expression somewhere between ecstasy and shock, tears in the corners of her eyes. “You’re still going to fuck me, right?”

I smiled at her as my answer, standing up, stripping off all my clothes in about an eighth of a microsecond.

She gave my cock a gleeful grin as she pulled her knees to her sides, presenting her pussy. I knelt on the bed, straddling her, slapping my dick against her heat. I was hard pretty much instantly, but I liked seeing her desperation grow as I rubbed my erection on the soft, wet warmth between her legs.

“C’mon, give it to me. I need it,” she whimpered.

I grinned mischievously. “Need what?”

“Put your dick in me,” she said, “Please, I’m so fucking horny.”

“You’re pretty when you’re desperate,” I said, grinding my cock against her clit.

She groaned and pulled her legs farther back. She shot the sexiest, neediest, naughtiest look. “I’m your slut, Perry,” she said, “And I’m desperate for your dick. I need it deep inside me.”

How could I say ‘no’ to that? I pushed my cock down into her pussy, and I found myself groaning. She was even tighter than I knew existed, and as I watched my thick shaft slide farther and farther in, I had to fight to keep from losing myself to the delirium of pleasure.

Our hips made contact, and I was buried completely inside her, our two bodies united into one. Holding the position, I could feel her heartbeat through my cock. I was in a daze, barely able to believe my eyes, like I had to double-check that it was actually my dick inside a woman this beautiful. I looked up into her eyes in awe, and she looked into mine. Her cheeks were flush, eyes wide, her mouth hanging open in a small oval — her cute features soaked with lust — but there was something more there. This wasn’t just meaningless sex, for either of us. Even though we’d only just met, there was some emotional need being fulfilled, some profound loneliness being tempered.

Or maybe she was just really fucking hot.

“Oh my… fuck…” she moaned.

I started working up a rhythm, my hips pumping her slowly at first. I had never had this happen before, but through my dick I was feeling every detail of her pussy. The bliss from my cock was heightened by seeing the same wash through her. It was by far the hottest sex I’d ever had, and I had just barely enough self-control to not lose control and pop off right then.

Instead I rolled forward onto my arms, getting an angle to fuck her harder, pound her from on top, my face inches from hers. I was really laying into her, fucking with the abandon I’d always dreamed of but never before found the confidence for, and she fucking loved every bit of it. Our gazes were fixed on each other, and I could see the blush on her cheeks, the sheen of sweat on her skin. With each pleasurable moan, I could feel her warm breath on my face.

“Goddam, Perry,” she whimpered, “You fuck like you mean it.” Her big hazel eyes glistened in the dim light, and her lips looked especially plush and soft.

We kissed. Our mouths locked against each other’s, a desperate, frantic contrast to our our steady, rhythmic fucking. And again, it was more than lust — it felt intimate, personal, private. It could have been awkward, being this loving with a stranger, but somehow, even though we’d just met, we were aligned, we both needed this.

Don’t get me wrong, the feeling of her tight pussy impaled on my cock was fucking incredible, but it’s the kissing I remember most, the way her hands scrambled around me, holding me against her as we fucked.

When Cora finally broke the kiss, it was only to suck in a deep breath as her eyes glassed over. I pushed myself up so I could fuck her even harder and her eyes refocused on me. “Cum in me,” she begged.

I pulled out and sat up. I grinned at her, then rolled her over onto her hands and knees.

She arched her back obligingly as I knelt behind her, running my fingers over her pussy, slipping them inside her. So hot, so wet. I gave her ass a little slap and then shoved my cock back inside her. She groaned as I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me savagely, pounding her hard and heavy.

It was hot, and I loved it, but it was too impersonal. I could have been fucking my ex for all I could tell.

So I rolled her back over and lifted her up into my arms. Face to face, she clung to me, body pressed against mine as I knelt on the bed, skewering her with my cock. She wriggled out of her sports bra, tossing it aside wildly, her small perfect tits now bouncing against my chest.

My hands were on her butt, kneading her tight ass as I held her in place, and this was how I was when I finally came. I felt my body tense, and I gripped her, shoving my dick into her with all my strength. She whimpered as I grunted loudly, my throbbing cock spraying its seed deep inside her.

I collapsed back onto my heels, Cora and me still embracing each other. It was weirdly affectionate, and she stayed in my arms, smiling at me as we sat there, each of us catching our breath.

Panting, I said, “Did you…?”

“Did I what?” She gave me a guarded look.

“Feel… that?”

“Yes.” She looked away. “And it felt fucking fantastic. And I’m not ready yet to think about why that is.” She climbed off me and made her way to the bathroom. “Anyway, I’ve got another two nights here,” she laughed, “Fuck me like that again, and you’ll definitely earn your five star review.”

I shook my head and gathered my stuff. I was starting to make my way back to my house, but just as I was leaving, she called, “Oh, and Perry?”

I turned to see her grinning at me. “I am a goddess at sucking dick.” And then she winked and was gone.

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